Page 91 of The Diávolos: Part One
I pound on the door relentlessly, not caring if anyone is asleep. I might be an asshole for giving them such a rude awakening, but my beautiful angel left with no explanation, and there’s no way I’m letting her get away with it. It wasn’t that difficult to find her, but even a week without her was too long. She turned off her phone, but never removed the SIM card, so I was able to get one of my hackers to track it. A day later, I was right next to him as he broke into the device and got her location. I could’ve left right that minute and come to Antium, but I decided to give her some space. I might be possessive and controlling, but I’m not a total piece of shit.Okay, I am. But I sometimes choose to have common sense.
I knew she couldn’t have been driving because she doesn’t have her license, and Gianis wouldn’t have let her leave with a stranger. So, she either got on a plane or a train. I asked my guy to go through her bank records and he found a transaction at the train station.Bingo. Angelica wasn’t trying too hard to stay hidden. Men like me get what they want, and what I want is for Angelica to come back home to me, or I’m going to raise hell. Patience comes easily for me, and I’m willing to give her all the time in the world to come to terms with her new reality, but I’m not willing to forfeit her presence.
There’s commotion on the other side and the sound of something clattering on the floor. I bang on the door again and, finally, the lock clicks and it wedges open.
“Can I help you?” the man asks.
I can’t contain the look of utter shock on my face. The guy standing at the entrance is boxer-clad and shirtless.And fucking dead.
“I need to speak to her. Now,” I seethe, rage boiling in my veins.
I hear nothing but silence from inside the apartment. But I know she’s here.
“Angelica,” I call out, unnervingly calm. “I know you’re in there. Don’t make me cave your friend’s face in to get by.”
The guy looks at me and raises a brow, daring me to try.
“I don’t know who you are, buddy, but I’d watch your mouth if I were you. She doesn’t have to see you if she doesn’t want to,” he replies brazenly.
Wow.This guy has balls. He clearly doesn’t know who I am. I could easily blow his brains out in less than thirty seconds and he’s putting up a fight. This must be her friend, Daniel.But why the fuck is he almost naked?
“Where is she?” I try to peek behind him to get a look at who’s inside. I shove the door and it bounces off his foot as he holds it in place. Without thinking, I grab him by the neck and he chokes on his breath.
“Open the fucking door, Daniel. I know you care about her, but I need to get in, and I wouldn’t want toaccidentallyhurt you.” I over-enunciate my words to make sure he understands exactly how far I’m willing to go to get my woman back.
“Danny!!!” Angelica yells from the other side.I knew she was in there.“Evander, let him go! Now! Put him down. You’re hurting him!” she screams.
Finally, I have her attention. I set Daniel down and he clutches his throat as he catches his breath. “Fuck you, man. What is wrong with you?” he seethes.
I square my shoulders. “I told you to get the fuck out of the way and you didn’t listen.”
“It’s okay. I got it,” I hear Angelica whisper from behind him.
He turns his attention to her and murmurs, “Are you sure? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
Angelica’s hand pokes out beside him and grabs onto the door. “Yes, I’m sure.” She looks at her girlfriends and nods, a silent confirmation that she’s okay. Daniel backs away, eyeing me like a tiger, and they all retreat to the bedroom. Angelica is now standing in front of me at the entrance. My heart beats loudly in my chest. Gorgeous isn’t enough of a word to describe this woman’s beauty, even though her lips are swollen from biting them, a nervous tick of hers I recently started noticing, and she has bags under her eyes, making her look tired. I just want to hold her against me and merge her soul with mine. It hurts to see her like this, but I deserve this pain. I inflicted it on myself by betraying her.
There is a story behind her eyes. Her face is etched with worry and twisted with grief.
“Come home,” I demand, my voice warmer than before.
“No.”
I place my hand on the door to push it open, but she blocks me from coming in.
“Let me in, Angelica,” I order, growing impatient.
“No,” she repeats.
“Angelica,” I say, breathing in deeply. “I’m going to give you ten seconds to move away from the door or I’m barging in.”
Her eyes blink, her body rooted in its place as her mind processes my threat.
“Se misó,”I hate you,she hisses.
She walks backward into the apartment, and I follow, walking her straight to the couch. Once her legs reach it, she flops down and I bend over her, putting my arms on the backrest at each side of her head. I inch my face closer, until the tip of my nose touches hers and my lips tickle her mouth.
“Is that how you really feel,ágele mou?” I ask.
